History of me - part I

Craving for a breath of silence
I stumbled upon old memories,
My mind succeeded to hide them
Afar from logic and senses.

Light was playing through particles
of dust and antique furniture,
Sounds awaken from a deep
sleep were squeezing at leisure.

I picked the louder and noisy
Recall: teenager with fears
and dreams, laughing and crying,
Doing my battle against the world.

No one understood me in
those times – i felt in my mind alone,
far from home, but yet i felt joy
and happiness being with my friends.

Sounds strange, yes i know,
but that was me in those flashes
of history – The queen of my own
world; the nobility land was my room.

Back to my stack of feelings
I choosed a picture of me years
later – I knew what i want, thinking
That maybe my dreams will come true.

Wasn’t so though – and a pair of blue
eyes trying to tell me i do wrong,
She tried and the more she did that
The further i ran and I ran…

The story is not ending here, today,
I still do my fights, and i still celebrate
The victories of myself and the others,
The one that i love.

History of me - part I

LorriLee

Chandler, United States

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